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When I was 9 my mom took me back-to-school clothes shopping. We went to the store, but none of the clothing fit right. It was all a bit too tight. So my mom got the store manager and he directed us to the "husky section" where he assured her we would find garments specifically engineered to fit my rotund little frame. I didn't know what "husky" meant at the time...I was only 9. But somehow, someway, I knew to feel ashamed.